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Humans are made to move, be free, dance with one another. A human life is a gift. Life itself is magic. Yet, not all human beings are human beams. 'I am made mostly of light', you say. 'My heart may outgrow this body by Christmas'. So love! Does it ache to not be fed the love you know? Your heart is love. You love so much that you bleed it. You may drown in blood if you keep it. So love! 'I step out the house and tense up. I forget the woman I want. - To be.' So love!
There may seem a lack of love in this world. This leads to a lack of belief. Many factors contribute to the deterioration of the potential to love and dream within a child. How must one have faith? The lack of belief has lead to the plunge of a death of the free, dreamer spirit. Humans tend to fall into the cycle of a dull gloom. 'Nobody believed in me. I do not believe in me. How dare you prosper? How dare you dream?' Yet, I wish to note the many beauties of this Earth who have suffered a storm yet stand firmly in a body of love, as well as those who cannot love anymore.
Love and hopelessness must both be acknowledged. There is a balance in this world, if we love where there is no hope and know that love exists beyond a lack of hope. Whether you hurt, or you are hurt, you must know there are people, angels, with unconditional love, all over this Earth, who pray for you.
You must spend time alone, with the Moon, and the rest; or your time alone does not equate rest. To settle into only your own energy, however much safety you claim, will not strengthen your blessed human being. Have you not, will you not spend enough time floating with your self? You are human, a miracle, a dream; so love!
I have healed and I always will. My tree has to keep decaying, and I let it. So, I step out the house; Love!, cry, and not regret it.
/ Written based on my own beliefs. I welcome, accept and respect your views, our differences. Happy autumn! All the warmth to you.
October 27th, 2017